The man who went in but never came out

(for a fallen firefighter)

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I never knew Big Jim

To be anything but brave

Getting his kicks

From the people heíd saved

So I was a bit shocked

When that man so stout

Was the man who went in

And never came out

 

Some deep need inside

Made him take up the hose

As if he always knew

What no one else knows

Like living and dying

Is what lifeís all about

Making him go in

And never come out

 

The smoke was so thick

Almost no one could see

Still he grabbed up his gear

So he could still breathe

Then climbed to the sky

With a wave and a shout

The man who went in

And never came out

 

I heard Jim was father

Husband and son

All those that knew him

Loved him as one

I heard he played hard

As prankster or scout

The man who went in

And never came out

 

How to you recall him

A man so many loved

Was he hero or martyr

Or none of the above?

How does his family

Learn to live without

The man who went in

And never came out?

 

Why do men do things

Like Big Jim did that day,

Defying all odds

With a shout and a wave?

With axes and hoses

They rush into Hellís mouth

The men who go in

And never come out

 

I wish I knew Jim

Like his closest of friends

I knew him to be quiet

A brave man and grim

I canít say at all

I knew what he was about

The man who went in

But never came out.

 


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